Just like in my dreams last night, she looks like a fiery angel whose mission is to prey on the sinful desires of men.
It makes me remember the first time I found her sleeping in my bed with her hair spread across the pillow. That night too, I wanted to take her right there and then.
Easy, man...My subconscious warns. Else, you’ll scare her away.
“You want me to wear this?” Melody asks in a small voice, smoothing her hands nervously over the dress.
“Do you not like the dress?” I ask gently, hoping she will raise those beautiful blue eyes to mine.
Melody bites her lips in that way that makes my chest constrict with desire and shakes her head.
“It’s beautiful,” she says with a soft sigh. “It really is. I just feel like…I think it’s too provocative.”
It’s provocative, alright. She got that right.
I’m barely holding myself back from pulling her body against mine. I want to run my hands over her ass while I kiss the shit out of her.
“It’s just perfect, Melody,” I say to her in a gentle yet firm tone. I hope she can see herself the way I see her. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” she mumbles, lowering her eyes with a bashful smile that tugs dangerously at my heartstrings.
I gesture to the couch I prepared for her with a small encouraging smile. “Please, sit.”
Melody walks slowly toward the couch and self-consciously lowers herself on it. I hold back the urge to smile at the adorable picture she made.
She looks tense, shifting uncomfortably on the couch while stubbornly trying to keep the slit on her dress closed.
“Can you cross your legs?” I ask, maintaining the same gentle yet firm tone. I don’t want to seem too domineering, nor do I want my instructions to be taken for granted.
Melody swallows softly.
“But...,” she glances up at my eyes and trails off helplessly.
The eye contact was very brief, but its impact isn’t less powerful. I wonder how this girl manages to set my heart racing with just a look.
Melody hesitantly crosses her leg over to the left. As expected, the slit falls open, revealing her beautiful thick thighs. Melody quickly places her arms on her legs, shielding the exposed parts from my gaze.
I couldn’t hold back a small smirk.
“Lean back. Place your right hand on the sofa arm and your left by your side.”
“I...I don’t think I can do this, Mr. Harden,” Melody says, slowly shaking her head. “I’m not fit for stuff like these.”
I make sure my expression is inscrutable as I study her face.
I’ve never seen someone look so uncomfortable in a relaxed pose, yet she possesses that distinct aura that made her appealing to any audience.
All she needs is a little spark, and she’d transform into a bright, inextinguishable fire that leaves unforgettable marks in its wake.
The thought of that magic on my canvas sends my nerves tingling in anticipation.
“Please, call me Abram,” I say with an easy smile and proceed to set my easel by the window side. I sit on my stool and make a show of sighing deeply. “Mr. Harden makes me feel like the old man that I am.”
“You’re not old,” she says, shaking her head quickly.
My heart jumps with joy in response to her quick defense.
She presses her lips together and lowers her gaze, her cheeks flaming even more furiously. One would think she just committed a big blunder.